I know there are a lot of Paula Deen fans out there. Heck my father is one of them and he can barely boil water. I guess it’s that kooky charisma of hers, plus the way she cheerfully ignores every dietary restriction ever conceived by man. Part of the pleasure of her show is imagining the reaction of the food scolds of the world: red-faced and hooked to a blood pressure gauge that’s steadily rising.
That alone makes me want to enter this contest, so I can express my gratitude. You may have a different reason for wanting to fly to Savannah for brunch. But do me a favor if you win: tell her Joe says thanks.